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Chapter 29 Your Name
The man was sitting casually on the steps by the river, with his legs open, and the white shirt on his body was blown up by the wind. He was cold and uninhibited.

Across the river were bustling high-rise buildings, and neon lights were reflected on the river. He lowered his head slightly and fed the stray cats at his feet with bread.

Cheng Xuran looked at that scene calmly, her thin and pale fingers still wrapped around the delicate paper bag of the cake bakery, thinking, could there be such a coincidence?

Two people who were supposed to have lost contact for seven years met twice in just a few days.

Not very familiar, alienated, it would be embarrassing to go up to say hello, Cheng Xuran was about to just walk away quietly, but at this time, the man suddenly looked up if he felt something.

In the darkness of night, the four eyes met.

His eyes are clear and awake, but they are very catchy. They are far away, and those eyes can't see clearly.

He never moved away, staring at her fixedly.

At this time, Cheng Xuran had to stop.

You can't just walk over without seeing her, her computer is still in the hands of this great god.

"What a coincidence... Song Yanqing."

Cheng Xuran walked up to him, and whispered his name, the plain skirt fluttered in the evening wind, like a fleeting white butterfly in the dark night, bearing the love of the evening scene in spring.

Her voice is gentle and soft.

His name was unfamiliar to my lips.

It gave rise to an indescribable feeling of unfamiliarity.

It took a long time in my life to go from unfamiliar to familiar, and then from familiar to unfamiliar, going round and round, passing by your whole world.

At the end is your name.

Her voice was blown flutteringly by the river wind, and it fell clearly in Song Yanqing's ears, quiet and yet like thunder.

His eyelashes moved slightly, and his jaw line was sharp and clear.

How many people in the distance, in pairs of threes and twos, took a walk after dinner, chatted and joked leisurely, a few gray pigeons flapped their wings and landed on the surface of the river, and soon flew into the night sky, rippling water splashes, forming a noisy and lively scene. Lukewarm world.

No one noticed this side, they sat and stood one after another, he sat on the steps with his legs open, his arms were loosely placed on his knees, his body was tall and straight, her canvas shoes were pointed in his direction, facing his hem Three inches, the upper is very clean and white.

It's like I'm young and frivolous again, and I still love this world.

It took Song Yanqing two seconds to get familiar with this feeling.

He broke off another piece of bread with his fingers covered with light veins and threw it to the stray cat at his feet. Its meowing sound became the echo between them.

Most of Song Yanqing's figure was sitting in the night, the light on the other side of the river stretched along the color of the water to his feet, the outline was very recognizable, he stared at the stray cat's chewing movements, and answered the name she said.

"The computer will be picked up next week."

Give me a reason to watch Jiang together. Does your client count? Finally, I went from chatting to business.

"Can all the files be recovered?" Cheng Xuran lowered her head and asked seriously.

He raised his head, the sky was full of bright and clean moonlight, behind him, seven years of easy water, the light boat had passed ten thousand mountains.

"I've collected the money." Song Yanqing's meaning was unclear. The words he touched on the tip of his tongue were playful, and his tone was cold, "Boss."

Cheng Xuran blinked, and sat down beside him, with the river breeze blowing, her skirt like snow.

Song Yanqing propped his hands behind his back indifferently, his long legs were stretched out, the lines were too superior, and the stray cat was at his feet.

Neither of them wanted to speak anymore.

Cheng Xuran just wanted to be quiet for a while.

The breath brought to him by the river breeze was fresh and cold, and the tail note brought out a faint aftertaste of tobacco, which smelled very good.

Cheng Xuran thought of what Xu Zhi had said, turned around and asked, "Are you short of money now?"

(End of this chapter)